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Mes préoccupations
Je suis préoccupée par ce petit vieux qui après avoir travaillé toute sa vie, vend maintenant des cigares à l’unité au coin de la rue. Et aussi par la jeune fille qui se regarde dans le miroir pour monnayer son corps sur le « marché du sexe », où elle pourra rencontrer un étranger qui la sortira d’ici. Je suis préoccupée par le noir à la peau tannée qui, bien qu’il se lève très tôt, ne pourra jamais accéder à un poste de responsabilité à cause de ce racisme –visible et invisible- qui le condamne à un emploi mineur. Par la quarantenaire aux rides profondes qui paie par automatisme sa cotisation syndicale, bien qu’elle se doute qu’à la prochaine réunion, on lui annoncera qu’elle n’a plus de travail. Par l’adolescent de province qui rêve de s’échapper à La Havane parce que dans son village il n’a pour perspective que la rareté matérielle, un emploi mal rémunéré et l’alcool.
Je suis préoccupée par ce petit vieux qui après avoir travaillé toute sa vie, vend maintenant des cigares à l’unité au coin de la rue. Et aussi par la jeune fille qui se regarde dans le miroir pour monnayer son corps sur le « marché du sexe », où elle pourra rencontrer un étranger qui la sortira d’ici. Je suis préoccupée par le noir à la peau tannée qui, bien qu’il se lève très tôt, ne pourra jamais accéder à un poste de responsabilité à cause de ce racisme –visible et invisible- qui le condamne à un emploi mineur. Par la quarantenaire aux rides profondes qui paie par automatisme sa cotisation syndicale, bien qu’elle se doute qu’à la prochaine réunion, on lui annoncera qu’elle n’a plus de travail. Par l’adolescent de province qui rêve de s’échapper à La Havane parce que dans son village il n’a pour perspective que la rareté matérielle, un emploi mal rémunéré et l’alcool.
Je suis préoccupée par les amies à côté de qui j’ai grandi et qui maintenant, au fil des décennies, ont moins et souffrent plus. Le chauffeur de taxi qui doit avoir une machette cachée sous son siège parce que la délinquance s’accroît même si les journaux refusent d’en parler. Je suis préoccupée par la voisine qui vient au milieu du mois me demander de lui prêter un peu de riz, bien qu’elle sache qu’elle ne pourra jamais le rendre. Ces gens qui se précipitent aux abords des boucheries pour voir si le poulet est arrivé sur le marché rationné car s’ils ne l’achètent pas le jour même leur famille ne le leur pardonnera pas. Je suis préoccupée par l’universitaire qui se tait pour que ne pleuvent pas sur lui suspicions et insultes idéologiques. Par l’homme mûr qui a cru et ne croit plus et qui a pourtant peur de penser seulement à un possible changement. Par l’enfant qui a mis dans ses rêves de partir dans un autre pays vers une réalité qu’il ne connait même pas, vers une culture qu’il ne comprend même pas.
Je suis préoccupée par les gens qui ne peuvent regarder que la télévision officielle, lire seulement les livres publiés par les éditeurs officiels. Par le paysan qui cache au fond de sa mallette le fromage qu’il vendra en ville pour que les contrôles de police ne le trouvent pas. La vieille femme qui dit : « Ca c’est du café » quand sa fille émigrée lui envoie un paquet avec un peu de nourriture et un peu d’argent. Je suis préoccupée par les personnes qui sont chaque jour dans un état de plus grand détresse économique et sociale, qui dorment dans les portes cochères de La Havane, qui cherchent à manger dans les boîtes à ordure. Et je suis préoccupée par la misère de leur vie parce qu’elles sont chaque jour un peu plus en marge des discours et des politiques. J’ai peur et je suis très préoccupée de ce que le nombre des défavorisés va en augmentant et qu’il n’existe même pas de pistes pour reconnaître et résoudre cette situation.
Traduit par Jean-Claude Marouby
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L’organisation internationale contre la torture lance une “intervention d’urgence” pour José Daniel Ferrer
MIAMI, États-Unis.- L’Observatoire pour la protection des défenseurs des droits humains (OPDDH), a lancé ce vendredi une campagne d'”Interventions urgentes” en faveur du prisonnier politique et de conscience cubain José Daniel Ferrer García, leader de l’Union patriotique de Cuba (UNPACU), selon une note de Radio Televisión Martí.
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Who Is Filling Cuba’s University Classrooms?
New students at the University of Havana (14ymedio) Born during the Special Period, they have grown up trapped in the dual currency system, and when they get their degrees Raul Castro will no longer be in power. They are the more than 100,000 young people just starting college throughout the country. Their brief biographies include educational experiments, battles of ideas, and the emergence of new technologies They know more about X-Men than about Elpidio Valdés, and only remember Fidel Castro from old photos and archived documentaries. They are the Wi-Fi kids with their pirate networks, raised with the “packets” of copied shows and illegal satellite dishes
New students at the University of Havana (14ymedio)
Born during the Special Period, they have grown up trapped in the dual currency system, and when they get their degrees Raul Castro will no longer be in power. They are the more than 100,000 young people just starting college throughout the country. Their brief biographies include educational experiments, battles of ideas, and the emergence of new technologies They know more about X-Men than about Elpidio Valdés, and only remember Fidel Castro from old photos and archived documentaries.
They are the Wi-Fi kids with their pirate networks, raised with the “packets” of copied shows and illegal satellite dishes. Some nights they would connect through routers and play strategy video games that made them feel powerful and free. Whoever wants to know them should know that they’ve had “emerging teachers” since elementary school and were taught grammar, math and ideology via television screens. However, they ended up being the least ideological of the Cubans who today inhabit this Island, the most cosmopolitan and with the greatest vision of the future.
On arriving at junior high school they played at throwing around around the obligatory snack of bread while their parents furtively passed their lunches through the school gate. They have a special physical ability, an adaptation that has allowed them to survive the environment; they don’t hear what doesn’t interest them, they close their ears to the harangues of morning assemblies and politicians. They seem lazier than other generations and in reality they are, but in their case this apathy acts like an evolutionary advantage. They’re better than us and will live in a country that has nothing to do with what we were promised.
A few months ago, these same young people, starred in the best known case of school fraud uncovered publicly. Some of those hoping to earn a place in higher education bought the answers to an admissions test. They were used to paying for approval, because they had to turn to private tutors to teach them what they should have learned in the classroom. Many of those who recently enrolled in the university had private teachers starting in elementary school. They are the children of a new emerging class that has used its resources so that their children can reach a desk at the right hand — or the left — of the alma mater.
These young people dressed in uniforms in their earlier grades, but they struggled to differentiate themselves through the length of a shirt, a fringe of bleached hair, or through pants sagging below their hips. They are the children of those who barely had a change of underwear in the nineties, so their parents tried to make sure they didn’t “go through the same thing,” and turned to the black market for their clothes and shoes. They mock the false austerity and, not wanting to look like militants, they love bright shiny colors and name brand outfits.
Yesterday, with the start of the school year, they received a lecture about the attempts of “imperialism to undermine the revolution through its youth.” It was like a faint drizzle running over an impervious surface. The government is right to be worried; these young people who have entered the university will never become good soldiers or fanatics. The clay from which they are made cannot be molded.
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A Caricature of a Cuban Woman
Woman drinking (14ymedio) 14yMEDIO, Yoani Sanchez, Havana, 22 August 2014 — A woman on national television said that her husband “helps” her with some household chores. To many, the phrase may sound like the highest aspiration of every woman. Another lady asserts that her husband behaves like a “Federated man,” an allusion to the Federation of Cuban Women (FMC), which today is celebrating its 54th anniversary. As for me, on this side of the screen, I feel sorry for them in the face of such meekness
14yMEDIO, Yoani Sanchez, Havana, 22 August 2014 — A woman on national television said that her husband “helps” her with some household chores. To many, the phrase may sound like the highest aspiration of every woman. Another lady asserts that her husband behaves like a “Federated man,” an allusion to the Federation of Cuban Women (FMC), which today is celebrating its 54th anniversary. As for me, on this side of the screen, I feel sorry for them in the face of such meekness. Instead of the urgent demands they should mention, all I hear is this appreciation directed to a power as manly as it is deaf.
It’s not about “helping” to wash a plate or watch the kids, nor tiny illusory gender quotas that hide so much discrimination like a slap. The problem is that economic and political power remains mainly in masculine hands. What percentage of car owners are women? How many acres of land are owned or leased by women. How many Cuban ambassadors on missions abroad wear skirts? Can anyone recite the number of men who request paternity leave to take care of their newborns? How many young men are stopped by the police each day to warn them they can’t walk with a tourist? Who mostly attends the parent meetings at the schools?
Please, don’t try to “put us to sleep” with figures in the style of, “65 percent of our cadres and 50 percent of our grassroots leaders are women.” The only thing this statistic means is that more responsibility falls on our shoulders, which means neither a high decision-making level nor greater rights. At least such a triumphalist phrase clarifies that there are “grassroots leaders,” because we know that decisions at the highest level are made by men who grew up under the precepts that we women are beautiful ornaments to have at hand… always and as long as we keep our mouths shut.
I feel sorry for the docile and timid feminist movement that exists in my country. Ashamed for those ladies with their ridiculous necklaces and abundant makeup who appear in the official media to tell us that “the Cuban woman has been the greatest ally of the Revolution.” Words spoken at the same moment when a company director is sexually harassing his secretary, when a beaten woman can’t get a restraining order against her abusive husband, when a policeman tells the victim of a sexual assault, “Well, with that skirt you’re wearing…” and the government recruits shock troops for an act of repudiation against the Ladies in White.
Women are the sector of the population that has the most reason to shout their displeasure. Because half a century after the founding of the caricature of an organization that is the Federation of Cuban Women, we are neither more free, nor more powerful, nor even more independent.
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